I stand here in this fire.
Oh, this pleasant burning on my skin.
My toes crisp away like burnt out logs.
My eyes become dry like ping-pong balls.
My fingers are flaming, each with their own beauty.
My hair has become warm, like a wool cap.
The air is thick.
My breaths are small.
My clothes change from a bright orange, to a dark black.
My friends and family watch me meet my end.
Oh, this pleasant burning on my skin.